"Percy! Are you okay?!" Nico shouted at me as he tackled me in a hug. I grimaced slightly at the sudden contact, but forced a laugh out of my mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. His eyes widened and he grabbed my shoulders, shaking me.

"You were fucking abused! Why the hell didn't you tell anyone? You could've gotten help!" Nico shouted angrily.

"Yeah, I was abused, I didn't tell anyone because I believe I deserved it. If I wanted help, I would have gotten it." I shrugged carelessly. This seemed to make Nico freeze in place. The last bell of the day rung, and we were now walking out of school, and it seemed that Nico was going to follow me.

"Why would you deserve it, Percy? Who could ever deserve something that bad?" Nico asked, trying to keep up to my pace, which seemed almost a jog. It has been to long since I ran, it would suck if I had to.

"No one deserves it. I only deserve it because I let my mom get into the car with Gabe, I knew he was drunk, I knew there was a risk of her dying, I thought no, that won't happen to her, god won't allow her to die. Guess what fucking happens!" I said, tears running down my face rapidly.

"That's not your fault." Nico said in a confident tone.

"Then how come I feel all the guilt Gabe should! How come I cried myself to sleep for months, imagining I was the one to run her off the bridge! I did that, Nico! I might as well have! I shouldn't have let her go." I said, continuing to speed walk.

"Percy, you were 13. You didn't know any better. Nobody blames you." Nico said, trying to comfort me. It was not working in the slightest.

"I'm only fifteen now! Two years ago Nico, I don't think I changed that much." I said, walking into my apartment. Nico followed me, and I sighed, he wasn't going to let this go.

"Yes, you did! Because I bet that you became this emo freak right after your mom died!" Nico yelled, and I froze. I growled under my breath, and I was so tempted to punch Nico.

"So you think I'm an emo freak! What is to be expected? I had no one to raise me! My mother was a workaholic, trying to keep a roof over our heads! The time I had with my mom was only when she was cooking or shopping. Or our trips to the beach. When my mom died, so did the very little hope I had that Gabe would ever leave." I said darkly.

"Percy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." Nico said sadly. I turned around to face him.

"I think you did, get out." I said, pointing to the door. He sighed sadly but left, shutting the door quietly behind him. "Fuck!" I shouted, punching the kitchen counter, breaking it. I hissed in pain and cradled by hand.

I walked to the bathroom, washing my hand and wrapping it, Gabe was locked away for good, we got a new principal who was moved from a school far away so now we don't have an alcoholic as our principal, and my crush came out as gay, how much better can life be?

How come I still feel trapped, alone? I know I'm not, I have Jason, right? I have friends at work, but I still feel like I have nothing to live for. Percy, no, you can't think these things. I sighed, sitting on the couch, which still reeked of alcohol.

Time skip a couple days~ (hehe you will all hate me😈)

"Perseus Jackson, a fifteen year old boy who keeps succeeding to get himself on the news! This time, he had a drug overdose, about 3 days ago, he was found holding an empty case of pills! He was almost dead but was hospitalized and saved! How this boy is still alive is crazy! Any questions?"

"How long will he be hospitalized?"

"About another week, he was found covered in blood, seemingly self inflicted."

"Is it known how long he has been suicidal?"

"We do not know, but a close friend of his, Nico Di Angelo claims that he became suicidal when his mom passed."

"How did he get his hands on drugs?"

"Mostly, they were prescriptions, some other stuff was found, illegally stored in a floor board, more was found and quickly disposed of, officers are still scouting for anything else that could bring harm to him.

I switched off the tv. I was sick of this hospital room, I was sick of people treating me like a child. So what if I attempted overdosing? It's not like people really care for me, they only feel bad. No one would show up to my funeral, or plan it. My grave would be empty, only my name and the years I lived, no kind words or quotes or anything like it, just nothing.

Jason came and visited me, every day so far. Why does he care for me? Sure, we robbed a mall about 2 or 3 months ago, shared some drinks, and got tattoos, so what? Yeah, I really like him, but he is a popular guy, I would never be the reason he lost everything he worked so hard for.

Yeah, Jason and I had gone out on a few dates, but we haven't really become serious, maybe because I'm to afraid to bring it up, and Jason has tried, but I always interrupt him, and it makes Jason disappointed, and I hate making him feel bad, because I'm sending him mixed signals because I like him so damn much but I'm so scared that he will leave me. Also because I'm afraid that Jared would start bullying Jason too, and Jason doesn't deserve it.

"Percy, you have a visitor. It's not Jason, in case you were wondering." The nurse who has been keeping an eye on me smiled. She was nice to me, didn't treat me like a five year old, she treated me older than I was, and I preferred it that way.

"Percy, I'm sorry about the fight we had the other day." Nico said sadly, sitting in a chair next to my hospital bed. I felt bad for him, he had bags under his eyes, and he lost a couple pounds.

"Nico, it's okay. It wasn't our fight that made me try and kill myself. It was the voices I hear, they come and haunt me whenever I start to become happy, and I go crazy, anything to escape the truth about myself." I smiled sadly at Nico, who looked at me extremely depressed.